Scotland's three falls

On a trip to Scotland last May, my mate dropped his Fireblade in a car park at very low speed.

We continued on our way to Inverness and he lost it again, this time on a corner and ended up in a ditch.

He was okay and the bike was a bit bent but rideable …we thought.

We set off and two miles down road, just yards from a cafe stop, his front wheel locked and he went flying thru the air and hit the tarmac – hard.

The bike was knackered but still rideable. A brake had siezed apparently so after three crashes he went home in a breakdown truck with a knackered shoulder.

It rained all weekend in Scotland too. Oh the joys of biking!